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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

[madhatterbri]

My grandma died January 27th, 2023.

She would have turned 80 this coming Monday. 🥲

i hope you get through all your trauma anniversaries with as little pain as possible, and i hope the pain lessens even more next year

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I'm sorry. I had to. 😭😭😭

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🫠🫠🫠 We don't have much time when it comes to Will.

Lost in Translation

Will Ospreay x F Reader

Minors DNI 18+

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri thanks for putting up with my Will fixation.

“Thank God that’s over” Will relief showing in his tone. “However love what was that look you were giving me from behind the camera.” legs still spread in the chair, where they’d just finished filming. “ Did I say something wrong? “ his words held doubt and anxiety. “This is your dressing room for the day right?” as I walked towards the door. “ Yeah, but tell me what I did.” his voice slightly pleading. “ You only sat there looking like gods gift to women, talking about stroking a goat. It’s petting here in the states, stroking means something entirely different here.” Locking the door smiling as I walked back to him. “Christ, first my meme face and now this. At least it wasn’t something like the battle I started when I said grind.” his laughter filling the room he stood as I walked back to him.

The mischievous look in his eyes as he focuses on me. The scruff tickles my face as he leans in and kisses like he's intent on conquest, and I'm already claimed in one sweeping kiss. His kiss makes me feel painfully empty with a desire to be filled, hyper-aware of every inch of my body. Every part of me he isn't touching. Until his hands are on me, dragging me down on to the chair with him as if I weigh nothing, pulling me into his lap.

Until my ass is against his thighs and there's something hard and hungry and oh-so-thick pressing up against me, hot even through the fabric of his athletic pants , burning against the naked backs of my thighs. Until his arm is hard around my waist, caging me against the hardness of his body, giving me everything I need with the pleasure of his touch crushing against me. Until everywhere he touches me, pressed chest to chest, stomach to stomach, makes me aware of my senses, when he touches me my body comes alive under his hand.

He bites at my mouth, stinging and bruising and all delicious heat.

I bite right back. Fighting him, giving back need for need, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, nip for nip until we're a tangled mess of rushed breaths and grasping hands.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I stroke back through his dirty blonde hair. He lets out a thrumming, feral growl against my lips before burying his face against my throat.He sensitizes my skin with the rasp of his beard, then ignites me again with kisses and gentle, slow bites trailing at my throat, following my pulse.

My gasps come low, at first, turning into startled cries as he lifts me, shifts me, his possessive, rough hands on my thighs.

Making them shake as he pulls them apart, repositions me, settles me down on his lap again until I'm straddling him.

Suddenly, this is so much more intimate.I'm wide open, my panties drenched and pushing up against sensitive, needy, wet-slicked flesh.

His hands dig into my ass, making that empty clutch in me, that need to be filled, pulse ten times harder.

He grabs at my shorts, handfuls of my flesh, and brings me down against him.

The pressure of his cock against his pants is almost fucking me, sliding and rubbing between my thighs, scorching my own wetness into me with heat and friction, and there's no escaping it when his body is so large between my legs that my inner thighs ache. It's the effort to span him, to straddle him, bared in all but name.

“Will we can’t here. We can go back to the hotel.” my words barely recognizable.

His answer cuts off my words burying his face against the low neckline of my tank top, dragging the delicious friction of his stubble over the upper curves of my breasts. He only pauses to dip his head, captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling and teasing through my top and bra.

It's molten, the fabric trapping the wetness and heat of his mouth, slicking it against my skin.

His tongue that leave me writhing against him, rocking my hips, grinding myself against him greedily until I'm all, desperate need, completely stripped of my senses.

He makes a deep, satisfying sound with one last little lick, then lets go, looking up at me with those blue eyes smoldering.

"You were saying?" he growls. “Here, here is good.” I pant. He kisses me again - softer this time, a gentle thing that ends in a taunting nip, a promise. "Feel like being bad maybe breaking a few rules?"

I bite my lip, tasting him on it, then curl my fingers against his sweatshirt, gripping at the hem and tugging upward. His eyes brighten, then darken, and he leans back from me enough to grasp his shirt and pull it up over his head.

Every time my fingertips skim his shoulders, his chest, the ripples of his abdo-men, a shudder rolls tensely over his body. He's barely holding himself in check, breathing harder and harder, while every part of him I take in makes my body ache deeper and deeper.

Until my fingers stray down to his navel, that trail of tempting blonde hair, and lower. Will’s control snaps.

Suddenly, I'm tumbling on my back, spilled across the locker room floor. I almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation as he pins me.It’s the warmth and need and softness in those vivid blue eyes that cause me to shiver. His splayed fingers skim up my body, pushing the hem of my shirt up, taunting me with the his calloused fingers.

I suck in a breath as his hands rove higher, as he lifts the tank top over my breasts, baring me save for the barely-there bra cups that are no protection at all.

Not from his gaze. And not from the heavy, touch of a possessive hand curling against my breast, cupping and kneading my flesh against him, until I feel like putty in his hands.

A whimper slips out of me. I can't help but writhe, lifting myself up, eyes slipping half-closed as I bite my tongue on pleasure.

His knee braces against the floor between my thighs. Every time I move, I'm grinding myself against the hardness of his thigh.Struggling not to completely lose myself with every touch, every kiss, every heated glance.

I'm so weak for him. So shamefully weak, he strips what last strength I have as he lowers his body over me, licks his way up my stomach in sizzling trails, catches my bra cup in his teeth, and drags the lace down to bare me to him.

And to the kiss of his lips, as his mouth teases me once again with no buffering layer between us, pulling my hardened, tightening, tingling nipple into his mouth.

Desire shoots through me.

I'm so lost, such a mess, digging my fingers into his back, as I move against him. I don't even realize what he's doing until my shorts are open and suddenly there's the heat of hard, thick knuckles against tender skin, slipping down, exploring and brushing over my folds.

I can't stop my moan this time. It rips out of me, a sweet hot tremor as everything inside me clenches. His fingers well practiced as they glide down slow, knowing to find where I'm already wet. He has me in the palm of his hand.

He knows how to make me writhe. Knows how to make me spread my straining thighs and lift myself desperately toward his stroking fingers. Knows how to make me lose my breath when he teases one greedy point and then the next.

And he knows how to completely break any last resistance I had when he lets go of my nipple with one last loving lick, swirls his fingers through my dripping wetness, and growls huskily against my ear, "..always so ready for me." Oh, God. Just two fingertips, sliding inside me, slow and testing - but they're enough to set me off.

"Will!" | gasp, arching hard against the floor. Only the thick, pinning of his body holds me in place.

His fingers respond, surging slowly deeper, anchoring me with a rough confidence and certainty that twists me up and leaves me feeling so deliciously his.

He conquers my whole world, in this moment; there's nothing but the heavy rasp of his breaths in my ear, the heat and pressure of his body, the unyielding planes of hard muscle beneath my digging fingers, the movement of his fingers coming deeper and deeper.

Twisting. Pumping. Taking. Pushing me higher and higher each time he strokes, quickening his delicious pressure against my inner walls. I turn my head, lips against his ear. "Will," | whisper. He stops, gently slipping his fingers from my body. That raspy, commanding voice murmurs against my ear, my jaw, my throat.

"What about the hotel? You want me here, now?”

I nod, struggling to catch my breath as my entire body vibrates . “Please." He's already dragging my shorts, my panties away - peeling them down my legs, stroking over my thighs with his fingertips in the process.

Then I'm bared before him, the last scraps of cloth clinging to me, he slides down his pants. I bury my face against his shoulder, feeling hard heat pressing against me, thick and teasing against me until my stomach clenches and my breaths hitch. He rolls his hips against mine, a hard surge of muscle bunching under my fingertips, plunging his cock into my trembling, clenching depths.

The feeling of every inch of him gliding inside me, moving with such perfectly controlled strength and giving me that feeling of fullness.

One rough hand pins me to the floor , his fingers digging tight into my hip, having me to take him at his pace. l’m a whimpering mess just craving more. Then I feel it that moment when our hips crash together, when we lock so perfectly, when he fits inside me just right.

That moment when he's touching all those places that turn me into fireworks and stars. My clit throbs, buried under his pubic bone, gently grinding against me each time we collide. I'm gone. Bonelessly limp with pleasure, melted underneath him while he kisses me fiercely, delving into me until there's no part of me he hasn't touched. His hips crash harder. Faster. His thrusts come insanely deep, driving into parts of me that have only been touched by him. A feral growl pouring out his lips every time he makes me gasp a little louder.

He pushes his forehead against mine, and we're eye-to-eye when our O comes together. That moment when his whole body goes rigid and he growls my name. His dick swelling while my pussy pulls at every inch, and then I feel his release.

“Love , are you okay?” as he pulls me into him. “I think I’m going to need a shower and a massage after that.” grinning at him. The concern on his face eases, “Shower here, then a massage at the hotel.” his voice flirting the line between mischievous and loving.

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Drew McIntyre Fics

Control - Summary: History AU. An arranged marriage to unite two countries. They still infuriate each other, and she embarrasses him in front of other country's diplomats. He has to remind her who is in control.

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The Pinky and the Brain

Pricks.

I love their suits though!

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😈😈😈 He looked so good tonight. Love the story girl.

Dynasty

Jay White x female reader

Minors DNI

Gif by @allelitewrestlings

Ummm @madhatterbri you’re responsible for this one.

@midwestmade29

I feel Jay watching me as I cling to the last remnants of sleep. “What time is?” my voice still sleepy. “ Far too early, it’s 4:00 a.m.” his voice far too awake for my liking. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” forcing myself awake and to pay attention. “Sweet girl, go back to sleep, I’m sorry that I woke you up.” I rolled over switching on the bedside lamp. “I’m awake and I’m yours.” facing him now seeing the storminess in his eyes. “What if I don’t want to talk, what if I need something else?” his voice slightly lowered my body responding to his words. “What if what I need is the be buried deep inside you? What if what I need is to have my head buried between your legs? “ his knuckle brushed my cheek his thumb ending up on my bottom lip. My breath caught on his words. “Like I said far too early sweet girl.” as he dropped his hand, his smirk told me he knew that all of me was awake and there was no chance of me rolling over and going back to sleep.

“Then take what you need. You have a championship to go win. I can’t have you not satisfied and rested.” Draping my leg lazily over him, he pulls me closer. His lips meeting mine in a kiss he quickly takes control of, his tongue teasing with bold hungry strokes, obscenely deep his hand possessively on my hip holding me to him. His other hand cradling the back of my head as he rolls me to my back, his lips never leaving mine. I feel his hard length against me through my sleep shorts he swallows a moan as he rocked into me. “Sweet girl, I want to hear every one of those sweet little sounds I pull from your body. They’re mine, just like your lips, your body and your orgasms are all mine.” his whisper in my ear as his teeth nibbled its outer shell. His lips began their assault down my neck, drawing the sounds he craved as his mouth trailed lower. Careful not to leave marks where someone could see, his mouth took in one of my breasts as his teeth grazed and pulled it deeper, his other hand played with the other. “Jay” I moaned when he bit and pinched at the same time, my hips rocking up into him.

“ Patience darling.” his eyes finding mine as he kisses down my stomach his hands on my hip bones as my legs fall open wider for him. A groan fell from his lips as his hands pulled off the shorts , as he kneeled between my legs. His fingers trace up my legs and he kisses the inside of my thigh. I feel him write something on the inside of my thigh, then he traces over it again this time though with his tongue and I realize he wrote “Mine” he bites where the I would have been dotted causing me to gasp at the sensation before I feel his mouth licking my slit. His tongue licking and teasing barely inserting inside as I try to get more from him. He places one hand on my stomach pressing down as his mouth sucks on my clit, and he thrusts two fingers into me thrusting them in and out. I reach down my fingers tugging his hair, earning a primal sound from deep in his chest, as my walls begin to clench around his fingers . My legs begin to tremble, the sounds he pulls from me should make me embarrassed the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of me. “Go ahead sweet girl” his eyes finding mine, as I fall over the edge, for him delirious from the sensation as he drags every inch of pleasure from me.

He kisses his way up my body. I wrap my arm around his neck, dragging his mouth to mine as he slips his fingers free and replaces them with the tip of his hard cock.

Inch by inch, he pushes inside me until he's fully seated. He groans “I know. I know.” Kissing him again as his forehead rests on mine.

Our gazes roam down our bodies to watch where he glides out and back in. A sudden gasp flies from my mouth as he hooks an arm beneath my back and sits on his heels, sending me airborne and crashing into his chest. With his arm like a steel band behind me, he holds me upright and thrusts his hips. I cry out his name Powerful hips snap below me, driving inside, while I can't do much more than hang on and try to breathe.

“Jay” I cry tightening around him as the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I cry in his lap and bury my face in his neck, sinking my teeth into the taut muscle. “Y/N” he chants, rutting with jerky, irregular movements until he shoves upward and stills, throbbing deep inside.

Jay smirks and captures my mouth. The kiss starts out frantic. I fall to my back, and he chases me down until we're lying side by side with our legs entwined.Slowly, our kiss transforms into something more leisure and sweet until he pulls away with a final peck and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“Wear the red, you never lose in red.” facing him “It’s your favorite. I’d never lose in your gear.” before he drifted off to sleep.

[madhatterbri]

Good morning, afternoon, or evening,

I am down to one last fic in my drafts. I need requests. Find my masterlist here for those I write about. I'm trying to spare everyone by just writing angst. 😂

I'm sure Ash and Crystal will be shocked, but I'll be working on the next part(s) for the fics I've written. Please let me know which story you'd like me to work on. ❤️

@99hook @theworldofotps @coleskingdom

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Lucky | D.P.

Summary: Can you please write a Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fluff Story?! Anything Comforting is okay

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by what my husband told me Friday night. 🥺

Requested by @brideofinfamy

@theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

The drive home felt like forever. The miles felt longer the closer she drove home. Her playlist of their favorite songs soothed her aching heart. Y/N couldn't get home fast enough to him.

Y/N had been gone from home for a week. She wasn't used to leaving her boyfriend behind. Usually, it was him that would be gone for long periods of time for work. This new change caused her to have trouble adjusting.

She pulled into the driveway and parked her car. Damian was still at the gym with Finn. Disappointed but she understood he was finally achieving his dream. He needed to keep in tip-top shape.

Y/N started her laundry to keep herself busy. He texted that he was on the way home. She started dinner for them. Anything to keep busy so the minutes didn't feel like hours. His car pulled into the driveway. One last inspection on her appearance before he opened the door.

The lovers shared a kiss and hugged once he closed the front door. They stayed in each other's arms. She had to blink back tears. Slowly, they parted so she could finish dinner.

Dinner came and went with talk about their week. Despite them talking and texting on the phone all day, they still had stories to share about their week apart.

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Damian left to take a shower. She placed the dirty dishes in the washer and packed the rest of the food. Y/N went to the bedroom and changed to her pajamas. She laid on her side of the bed and scrolled through her phone.

Her boyfriend walked inside the bedroom and smiled at her. He walked to her side of the bed. She smiled and scooted over so he could lay between her and the edge of the bed. He rested his head on her sboulder and stared at her with a cheesy smile on his face.

"I just missed you, and I'm lucky to have you," he whispered and kissed her lips softly before engulfing her in a tight hug.

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Control | D.M.

Summary: History AU. An arranged marriage to unite two countries. They still infuriate each other, and she embarrasses him in front of other country's diplomats. He has to remind her who is in control.

@theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

The servants around the castle smiled at their newly wedded king. A few months ago, King Drew married a princess from another country. While they had a rough marital start, things were finally settling down. Or so it would seem.

King Drew smiled back at his loyal subjects. His wife, the queen, followed behind him with her head hung low. She maintained a steady pace to keep up with him. The anger her "dear" husband had for her was nothing she had ever experienced before. She didn't want to try her luck with him anymore today.

"Guards, make sure no one is to disturb me and my queen. It seems she needs to be taught another lesson," Drew ordered two of his most trusted guards. The two guards nodded and bowed their heads. Y/N blushed yet didn't say anything.

Her husband opened the door and closed it behind them once they were in his room. She pressed her back against the door. The two guards situated themselves on either side of the door. They could hear anything that happened inside the room.

"Come," he ordered and curled his index finger his way. Slow and unsteady steps carried her to him. He hoisted her up bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Drew placed her down in front of his favorite wooden chair.

The chair was adorned with antlers at the top. The rest covered in deer fur. The chair sat by the fireplace so he could read at night. He laid his legs on one of the handles and rested his arms behind his head.

"Strip," he ordered. Her eyes bugged out in shock at his command. Drew rolled his eyes. All her antics this morning in front of the diplomats from other countries. His queen should be happy she wasn't in the dungeons.

His patience grew thin when his woman didn't move a muscle. His eyes furrowed when he realized she thought she could get out of this. He changed his position on the chair. His elbows are now over his knees. His back was arched. He looked ready to pounce.

"Have your ears stopped working, my queen Y/N?" He asked. She gulped and shook her head. Her hands grabbed her green dress and slid it over her head. The dress crumpled to the floor next to her.

Never before had he humiliated her like this. She swore she could hear the guards outside snickering. Her cheeks reddened at what they were going to tell the rest of the castle inhabitants.

Drew stood up from his chair and circled her. He would never grow tired of her beauty. She held her breath as he stalked her. He pressed himself behind her. Y/N gasped upon feeling his excitement for her.

He grabbed her bare sides and turned her so she was facing the full-length mirror. He moved her hair to the side. His lips caressed the shell of her ear.

"You are going to bend over that chair and thank me for every lash of my belt that I haven't thrown you in the dungeons. Go," he ordered.

Y/N scurried to the chair and bent over. The king moved the mirror to face her. She looked away, not wanting to accept the lewd position she was currently in. He stripped in front of her. The belt held firmly in hand as he stood before her in all his glory. He walked behind her.

"Don't be shy," he chuckled and cracked the belt over her ass. She jerked forward and whined. The punishment wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. He must have had more ideas for her. Y/N thanked him and continued to thank him nine more times.

Drew threw the belt on the ground. His hands rubbed her ass. A series of hisses let her king know that the punishment was well received. He walked away from her.

"Sit on the king's chair, my queen," he ordered. She slowly stood up and tried to remain composed. The scene felt humiliating to her and she hoped it would end soon.

She bit her lip as her sore bottom hit the chair. Drew smiled as she tried to act like she wasn't bothered by all of this. Tears pricked in her eyes. The sting turned into a sore and throbbing ache.

"Comfortable?" He asked, which earned him a glare. His queen watched him carefully. His thumbs slid between his muscular body and the waist band of his kilt. Slowly, he lowered his kilt until it pooled around his feet. He stepped out of them.

"My queen Y/N, you are quite the talker, aren't you?" He asked, remembering all the words that fell from her mouth earlier. Y/N knew where this was going. The way he towered over her in all his glory. She looked away, yet Drew made her watch him. "Does my body no longer please you?"

She inhaled and gulped. Her eyes met his. "I meant no insult, my king,"

His hand gripped her cheeks. His thumb rubbed her bottom lip down slowly. The heat from the fireplace and seeing her like this made him almost melt. Drew cleared his throat.

"I believe your mouth has a better use for me besides pissing me off," he told her and gripped the back of her hair. The order was understood loud and clear. She licked his head softly. He grunted and shifted his hips yet remained still.

"Yes, my king," she answered and wrapped her lips around him. He slid himself in slowly before controlling her head. His breathy pants filled the room. Y/N placed her hands on his waist. A couple of times, he purposely slid too far into make her gag. A treat for the guards, no doubt.

"Such a good girl," he complimented. "A good queen to her king and her people,"

Their eyes met as he continued to compliment her. His words were nothing to the lust and need in his eyes. The time was coming when he had to have her. A simple tug of her hair, and they separated briefly. His cock glistened in the fire's glow.

He dropped to his knees. His strong hands grabbed the back of her legs and placed them on his shoulders. His face was buried between her legs. Her inner thighs felt the roughness of his beard.

"My king?" She questioned yet gripped the arms of the throne. His tongue worked her licking and sucking on every part that he knew would get a reaction. All a part of her punishment, she was sure. The guards no doubt enjoyed hearing their queen mew like a common whore.

He pulled away once he was satisfied with her wetness. Drew kissed her inner thighs. Her legs fell to the floor from his shoulders. He grabbed her hips and rolled her on her stomach. She moved her arms to prop herself up. Her legs were separated as he loomed behind her.

"You will not hide your shame, my darling. Look at the mirror as I take you. Your king commands it,"

"Yes, my king,"

Y/N slowly turned to look at the lewd reflection in the mirror. Her body was red and sweaty from her punishment. He placed his cock at her entrance and pushed forward. Drew gripped her hips to force him back on each thrust. Her eyes never left the mirror.

Something inside of him awoken when he heard her soft cries of pleasure. He pulled out of her and grabbed her arms. Drew held her wrists behind her. Her breasts flattened against the throne.

He placed a foot on the chair for better leverage and started thrusting inside of her once more. Her moans grew louder as the sound of skin on skin contact sounded in the room. His hips smacked her ass with each thrust.

"I knew my queen just needed a good fucking," he grunted while hearing her. Drew had never taken her like this. Her walls clenched around him greedily. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Y-yes, my king," she whined. His thrusts started to grow sloppy. He called for his wife a few times. He remained still inside of her as his seed poured out. Her walls milked him as she experienced her own orgasm. After a few moments to catch his breath, he let her wrists go. Drew slowly pulled out.

Y/N slowly stood up. Her back rested against him.

"Let's get you to bed," he hummed and picked her up bridal style. Drew laid her down gently before making his way to his side. He laid under the covers and dragged his queen towards him. Her head rested on his shoulder. Soft kisses were placed on her forehead. He rubbed her back until she fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Past Always Finds You | W.O.

Summary: Will realizes his past will always find him. Historical AU.

Author's Note: Happy Dynasty Day. ❤️ May your favorite wrestler(s) win today. Unless I don't like them. 😂

@plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

Mentions of Will Ospreay, Don Callis, and David Finlay.

Pure fiction

Will Ospreay knew he was bound to make enemies when he broke away from the Don Callis family. He just didn't expect it so quickly and with someone who was hell-bent on destroying everything he worked for.

David Finlay was just a petty common thief before falling into the right hands. They saw something in him that no one else did. The men then built him up to be more than a measly little rat in the streets. Now, he proved to be a thorn in Will's side.

The rain fell down an alleyway as the two men stared at each other. They were covered in water and blood. Will sat against the wall panting. He didn't remember David being so good at fighting. In the school yard, he could easily take him.

David walked over and squatted before him. A smirk appeared on his lips. He couldn't believe he had taken down Don Callis' protégé so easily. Just a few minutes to bask in the fallen state of Will Ospreay.

"Shame, you broke away from your adoptive daddy. You thought you had what it takes to make it in the big leagues?" He asked. Will continue to sit on the ground. David was still a mangy dog to him no matter how much training he received.

"Is this all you got?" Will retorted with a dry laugh. "A pair of brass knuckles and a few insults?"

"Not at all. You see, while you and I have a chat, my boys are going to a secluded little cabin in the country. Hear the weather is awfully nice up there this time of year. Also, I heard that a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N lives up there,"

Will's head snapped up. He glared at him. With his teeth bared, he gave one warning. "Leave her out of this,"

"I am going to destroy you, Will. I am going to take everything from you," he hissed. "But don't worry. Y/N and I will visit your grave along with all of our future children,"

Will lunged forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt. His wounds proved to be too much for him. His legs wobbled. David easily overpowered him. His hands wrapped around the assassin's neck. Will was pushed against the wall once more.

David didn't let up this time. He kept his hands around the others neck and slid him back down. David mentioned how much he was going to enjoy seeing the light leave his eyes. All hope was lost for Will. His thoughts were consumed by his Y/N. He mourned the life the two could have had.

His eyes were half closed as he struggled to breathe. He grabbed David's arms in one last attempt to fight him off. His attacker laughed at his weak attempt to live. A gunshot echoed off the alley walls.

David dropped to the floor. A pool of blood formed around him. A single bullet wound to the head saved Will's life while taking another. The blonde man turned to see his savior.

"Get up, Will," a bald man spoke in disgust. Black shades covered his eyes. Don started to walk towards his car. "Clearly, you still need training,"

"Y/N. He threatened Y/N. Where is she?" He rasped. His hand still over his neck. The English man slowly stood up with the aid of the wall.

"We beat his men there. She has been asking for you. I suggest you get in my car so she sees you are okay," he spoke over his shoulder. Will limped behind the man. At least his Y/N was safe.

[madhatterbri]

Good morning, afternoon, or evening,

I am down to one last fic in my drafts. I need requests. Find my masterlist here for those I write about. I'm trying to spare everyone by just writing angst. 😂

I'm sure Ash and Crystal will be shocked, but I'll be working on the next part(s) for the fics I've written. Please let me know which story you'd like me to work on. ❤️

@99hook @theworldofotps @coleskingdom

[madhatterbri]

One Less Problem | J.W.

Summary: Captain White overhears Y/N tell the boys a problem she's had with other men.

Author's Note: Special thanks to @bullet-clubs-bitch permission to use the picture. ❤️ I plan on overusing it and I apologize.

@coleskingdom @plentyoffandoms

Impure fiction

Y/N brushed her hair out in the vanity. Just because she had to live with pirates didn't mean she had to look like one. Her brush removes all the tangles in her hair. The door to the captain's quarters suddenly opens.

Captain White himself walked into the room. His body glistened in the candlelight as drops of rain fell from his body. Y/N promised herself she would only glance at him. Apparently it was a little longer than she expected.

"May have to start charging you soon, luv," the Captain spoke. Y/N rolled her eyes and focused on the mirror again. She saw through the reflection him walking towards her. His rough hands caressed her neck.

"Why did you call me in here?" She asked and looked higher on the mirror. He had an amused look on his face. One that she knew wasn't exactly trustworthy. His fingertips rubbed towards her shoulders.

"The boys told me an interesting story today. One that I think the Switchblade would like to take you up on," he offered and ran his fingers through her hair. She was used to his flirting ways. They always went on like this but nothing ever happened.

"Well, don't leave me waiting. What did the Gunn boys tell you," she insisted. She wanted this meeting to end soon. Her eyes couldn't stop watching his bare upper body.

"That men only focus on themselves in the bedroom. You have clearly never been with the best in the world himself," he bragged and dropped, so his lips rubbed against the shell of her ear. Y/N took a shaky breath. "Let me prove you wrong,"

"I'm leaving," she announced yet blushed. She was flustered at his direct teasing. There was no way he could be serious. He stood up as Y/N moved away from him. Just as she was about to walk away, he grabbed her wrist and sat her on the vanity. Her back pressed to the mirror. He stood between her spread legs.

"Afraid I will prove you wrong, darling?" He asked and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Her arms raised as if they had a mind of their own. It was as if her body was tired of being toyed with by him and wanted to finish.

"What makes you so special?" She asked defiantly.

"I'm the Switchblade, love," he reminded her. His lips locked on to hers. They were hungry for her. His hands rubbed down her bare sides before staying on her hips. He slid her closer to him. His bulge rubbed between her legs. She moaned in his lips.

His hands ran up her sides and cupped her breasts. She leaned back and watched as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. They responded immediately to his stimulations. She never realized how sensitive they were. His lips found their way to her neck. He nipped and sucked at the flesh.

"These have to go," he told her once he was done teasing her. He bent down and removed her boots painfully slow. The anticipation gnawed at her. He gripped the bottom of her pants and pulled. With her assistance, they slid off of her legs.

His hands ran back up her legs and hooked the waist band of her underwear. She raised her knees towards her chest, so they slid off easier. He could feel the wet from her arousal on them.

"I've barely touched you," he teased and threw them over his shoulder. She glared at him yet said nothing. He pulled the chair behind him and sat down. His head between her legs. His breath tickled her inner thighs. "Don't be shy, darling. I got you,"

Jay placed her legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and slowly licked her slit from bottom to top. The tip of his tongue flicking her clit carefully. He repeated his actions several times before focusing on her bundle of nerves. She brought her head back and moaned. Her fingers snaked through his hair.

"Jay," she called out. A pressure started to build up in her lower abdomen. Y/N wasn't quite sure what it was, but she didn't mind it. Without warning, he slid a finger inside of her. His teasing allowed it to go in with relative ease.

His face pulled away from between her legs. She whined at the loss of him. His index finger continued to work her. With his other hand, his thumb rubbed where his tongue once was. She moved her head to the side and allowed him complete control. Another finger slid inside of her followed shortly by one more.

"Oh God," she gasped as his three fingers curled inside of her. The pressure in her stomach almost gave way. "Something is going to happen,"

"Not yet. You must be patient," he reprimanded her and slid his fingers out. His thumb also left her. She whined at his blatant cruelty. He stood up and kicked the chair from behind him. He fumbled with his pants. They pooled at his feet on the floor before he kicked him to the side.

His dick was harder than he could remember in recent sexual encounters. Knowing that he was going to give Y/N her first orgasm just did something to him. He rubbed the tip in between her folds. She shuddered from his actions.

"I am going to make sure you will always remember the name Jay White," he assured her. The captain placed his left hand against the mirror to steady himself. He slowly pushed inside of her. Grunts and pants filled the room at the tightness of her around him.

He kept the pace slow, not wanting to hurt her. Despite his slow actions, the pressure in her stomach started to build. "More," she begged. "Please,"

Her plea woke something inside of the dominating captain. His thrusts picked up. He made sure to be rough when he slid back in her. The vanity smacked against the wall behind her with each violent thrust.

"It's happening again," she whimpered. "Oh God,"

"Look at me, Y/N. I want to be the first man to see you at the height of your pleasure,"

She stared in his dark brown eyes. They were glazed over with lust and need. Her toes started to curl behind him. He grabbed her cheeks roughly so she couldn't turn from him. Her walls grew tighter around him. The word Jay was moaned quicker as she felt the pressure becoming too much. Three more powerful thrusts, and she felt her first orgasm wash over her.

Jay wasn't far behind. He forced himself to the hilt before cumming inside of her. The captain stayed inside of her before slowly pulling out. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his hands under her legs and carried her to bed. He placed her down gently and covered the blankets over her.

"Any other problems I need to take care of?" He asked with a cocky smirk. She rolled her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

[madhatterbri]

Austin | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Hangman is a no-show after talks of moving.

Author's Note: Inspired by something that happened recently.

@99hook @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

Pure fiction

Y/N remembered the plan perfectly. The two of them always talked about it after a night of passion. He would hold her in his arms while she traced random shapes on his chest. They would move out of their town together and start a new life.

She always dreamed of a life on the beach. Her toes buried in the sand while he played on his guitar. They would soak up each other under the sun. Nothing could ever hold them back.

The car would be packed and ready to go. The moment the sun cracked over the horizon, they would take off. The playlist they made together would play through the speakers. It was the perfect dream.

Y/N waited in the gardens for him. She scrolled mindlessly on her phone and messaged her friend for reassurance (thanks again @99hook ). Text after text to him went unanswered. There no was no way she could call. She was afraid that if she heard his voice, she would get angrier and cry.

After forty-five minutes in the cold, she walked inside and sighed. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been ditched. Despite all his assurances of never doing that to her. She was reliving her trauma. When she walked into their room, he never packed his things.

Y/N wondered if his truck broke down and he had no signal. He loved to spend his money on that thing. Could he have possibly run out of money for them to go? She would have gladly paid for more to be with him. Adam had been complaining about running into his ex lately. Did he tell her anything?

Anyone who wanted to be in her life would find a way to be. He was always the jealous type that wanted all of her attention. Now, he was pushing her out of his life. There was no good-bye note to even know what caused this.

A thought popped into her head. Adam loved going to the local bar. He was never one to control himself around liquor. Plenty of times, the bar owner had to call to have her pick him up. Maybe he got into another fight. She checked her call log. No missed calls from the bar. Maybe he was nervous. He needed to have some sort of alibi.

After a few more minutes, she decided to get in her car. As she made her way to Florida, he'd be a drunk left behind in Austin.

[madhatterbri]

Me in the room next door calling the hotel lobby cause I smell the devil's lettuce.

Not on my watch, buddy.

High Cuddles

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 648 Description: Hook is extra cuddly when he's high

I really hope you like this anon I rewrote the beginning three time because I had no idea how to start it. I'm sorry if it's not what you were looking for xx

Thank you @madhatterbri for helping me get the start figured out. ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. Hook Tag list: @wickedval _________

When you started dating Hook you knew that you’d still be finding out new things about him all the time despite being friends for a few years. One thing you learned quickly was that when he was really high he giggled a lot. Which you couldn’t help but find so cute given his normal grumpy and quiet attitude, today was no different. After you returned from the gym and got your shower Hook was already outside on the balcony half a joint hanging from his lips. Sitting in the chair beside him you smile waiting for his attention.

“Having fun getting baked over there babe?”

“Absolutely and there’s some for you too if you want.”

He grinned, reaching over and handing you the joint which you took placing between your lips and inhaling. The familiar burn and warmth filled you as you held it for a few seconds then slowly let it out blowing the smoke above your head. Passing it back you turned your head watching as his eyes scanned the horizon.

“How long you been out here?”

“About twenty minutes I just needed a break from everything so I figured might as well light a joint.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes just enjoying each other’s presence and then that was when the giggling started.

“I can’t believe Jay actually fell down the steps he’s so lucky the mat was there otherwise his face would have smashed the floor.” “Well that’s unfortunate.”

You joked feeling a drop of rain on your face, standing you stretched turning towards your smiley boyfriend.

“We better head inside it’s about to rain I just felt a drop.”

“I don’t care a little rain isn’t going to hurt anything.”

Just like that the skies opened pouring rain down on the two of you, Tyler stood up and held his arms out letting the rain soak his hoodie and hair.

“We should go down.”

He spoke suddenly and took your hand pulling you back inside and out your hotel door, stopping just long enough for you to grab the key. Taking the elevator down three floors, you walked through the lobby and out to the side courtyard. Together the two of you danced in the rain, chasing each other while getting soaked to the bone. Tyler’s grabbed you hand and pulled you close holding your face in his hands. His own was covered in water, cheeks flushed from laughing and the cool air. His lips pressed to yours a few times before he covered your face in small kisses.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Tyler, we should get warm though we’re going to get sick and Tony won’t be happy about that.” The smile on his face made your heart so happy, every giggle he let out as he tried to catch raindrops made you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re probably right but we can change and cuddle while watching a movie maybe even order something to eat?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Kissing his cheek, you lead the way this time back inside calling apologizes to the hotel staff as you dripped rainwater everywhere. Finally making it back up to your room, both of you grab a towel drying off and changing. Him into a pair of boxer and you into a shirt of his and underwear. Crawling into bed you were pulled to his side. His lips pressed soft kisses all over your face until you were laughing.

“What are you doing?”

“Listening to you laugh I love the sound.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

You smiled stroking his cheek as he grinned before kissing you again his soft laughs filling your ears.  It was moments like this away from work, and the world where he could truly just be happy that made you thankful for this life you got to live with him.

[madhatterbri]

Wonderful job girlie. ❤️❤️❤️

Always

Matt Jackson x F Reader

19+ Minors DNI

Pure Fiction

I blame @midwestmade29 and this gif that he clearly did for the Tumblr.

@madhatterbri

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked as we walked through the door of the hotel room Matt’s hands messing with the straps of the sundress I was wearing. “ I’ve missed you. Your skin is so warm, you smell like sunshine and pears.” he spun me around so I was facing him. “I’ve missed you, Matt” a little too much emphasis on his name, my eyes looking for his acknowledgement of what I’m trying to say.

He brushes his finger along the bridge of my nose, then over my lips. When he presses the pad of his thumb into the flesh of my lower lip, I think I stop breathing. "I know, Princess” he whispers. His tone is tender , as if he can read my mind . My body shivers with delight as he pulls me closer. Then he puts his mouth to mine-but his kiss isn't tender, it's devouring and hot.

My body responds to the power of it, and I open my lips to give him better access, allowing his tongue to stroke mine in long, languid motions. I feel his cock hardening beneath his jeans, and I let out a moan. His hand travels down my side and when it comes to the hem of my dress, he doesn't waste any time dragging his rough palm up my bare thigh, placing the thin fabric near my belly. He teases the skin there as he kisses me. “ Matt please” as his kisses trail down my jaw to the place where my neck and shoulder meet, he lingers there it’s his favorite spot. “ For you Princess anything.” His hands leave my body for the briefest of moments as he takes off his t shirt, throwing it on to the ground, my dress soon following. He pulled me back into his chest holding me there, his hands caressing my sides and up my back. I pulled back running my hands up my favorite parts of his body.

His lips trailed down my body as he kissed the tops of my breasts as he sank lower in front of me his hands lingering where his lips had previously been. He rested his head on my stomach my hands running through his hair. He looked up at me as I offered my hand as he stands back up.

Matt takes my hand and lays me back on the blanket before moving down my body, his palms brushing over my naked breasts and stom-ach. Once he reaches my feet,he presses his thumbs into the arches of my feet, massaging them.

My eyes roll back in pleasure at the unexpected touch. It's brief, but enough to turn me into a massive puddle. Once satisfied, he trails kisses up my calves and to my inner thighs before he finds my center. I suck in a breath at the touch as he pulls my panties down and throws them with the rest of our clothes. Before I have time to miss the contact, Matt is back between my legs as he licks and kisses my center. I grab the back of his head as he wraps his lips over my clit and sucks. My head falls back, and I cry out when he suctions around it again and again. My fingers dig into his scalp to keep his mouth in place, I feel him smile against me before continuing the motion. "I'm getting close." My hands tugging at his

He looks up at me from between my legs and grins, suctioning harder as he inserts not two, but three fingers inside of me. The myriad of sensations plus the look on his face sends me over the edge. He continues to work me through the aftershocks of the orgasm he just gave me.

Giving me a moment to let my body come back down, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. “ Princess, get on your knees and face the mirror” his voice thick and firm with lust. “I want you to see how perfect we are together , how much I need you.” I do as he tells me, “Shit this bed is low” I see him raise one leg to the bed, I look at him behind me as he lines his cock up with my entrance as the tip of his cock pushes in. Our breath hitches together as he pushes in , from this angle I feel so full . “Relax Princess”He moves his hands to my waist, stroking his hands along the skin there. "You feel so good, baby. So right." His pace is slow and deep “Faster Matt” at my words he begins pistoning in and out of me then surprised me with a circle of his hips. He laughs as he saw my face and the gasp that fell from my lips. “Right there don’t stop” my voice strained “I’m so close” his arm came around bringing me closer to me, his fingers rubbing fast circles on my clit. “That’s it princess come for me. Give me everything you have.” I come hard my walls milking his cock as he pumps into me before I hear his tell tell sounds as his release triggers aftershocks of my own. He holds me close as we both come back down.

He kisses down my neck before he pulls himself from me. I miss him immediately he laughs softly. “Miss me already” his words against my skin. “Always” as he settles us in bed, he pulls me into him “Princess I’m always here.” His fingers intertwined with mine.

[madhatterbri]

Gentleman's Bandit | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Despite stealing from the rich, the Hangman respects the comfort of a lady.

Author's Note: I learned the story that inspired this from a national park I attended. ❤️ He won the poll. Matthew and Nicholas may get a story as well.

Tag List: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @99hook @coleskingdom

Mentions of Hangman Adam Page, the Young Bucks, Tony Khan and his dad.

Pure fiction

Under the bright sun of the Wild West, where outlaws ran the towns, there rode a mysterious figure. Dressed in all black, the wanted signs posted around the towns could easily identify the man as Hangman Adam Page. Two men rode along side him.

They just pulled over a grand carriage belonging to Governor Khan. The Hangman, with the help of the Young Bucks, approached a grand carriage pulled by white horses. This would be a big score for them.

Nicholas Jackson opened the carriage door roughly. He saw the Governor's son, Tony, sitting in the corner closest to the door. He was crying and huddled in the fetal position. One half of the Young Bucks grabbed him and dragged him outside. The older brother grabbed him before he could fall.

"Sorry about my brother," Matthew chuckled and started to dust Tony's suit of any dust that could have fallen on him. "He's a bit of a hot head,"

"Move, Nicholas. I told you we weren't going to do this rough," Hangman growled and ordered him off the carriage ladders. Nicholas rolled his eyes at the two others inside the carriage and stepped back out. The blonde outlaw stepped on the stairs and looked inside.

Within, he found the elderly governor along with his daughter. Governor Khan tried to remain as stoic as possible. His daughter, Y/N, stared at the ground. They didn't seem to be any immediate threat.

"I'll be taking what's rightfully mine," he said, his voice stern to show he wasn't messing around. "You two remain calm and compliant, and I will let you stay in here,"

With that, he rifled through the carriage, taking only what he deemed would fetch him a lot of money. The same fate wasn't met for Tony. The man was stripped of all his personal belongings down to just his slacks. The three men knew they couldn't fit his clothes.

Once they were finished, they allowed Tomy back into the carriage. Hangman and the Young Bucks sealed their stolen items on their horses.

"We will be bidding you a good day," Hangman said and stared at Y/N. "I am sorry if I scared you any, miss,"

Y/N simply nodded, not wanting any trouble with the outlaw. Despite the current condition of his son, the governor complimented the outlaw.

"Thank you for the treatment of myself and my daughter," he said. "You were a gentleman throughout this,"

Tony's mouth dropped open in shock at his dad's oblivion to his current state.